I used to get occasional in-person briefings when I lived in the Emerald City. That’d be Seattle, Wash., not somewhere in Oz, but it might as well have been a fairy tale for all it matters now. Before the mid-’80s there were over 350 FSSs around the country. Unless you’re in Alaska, that’s all gone. Flight Service (run by LockMart under contract) briefs over the phone—if you bother to call at all.
That’s a real loss, because I always learned something in those one-on-one briefings. The briefer would point to a Prog chart showing low pressure moving into British Columbia: “Now this looks like it’s gonna roll right through the south tip of Vancouver Island. If that happens, the winds will be blowing like stink when you try to get back here tomorrow. You’ll have great groundspeed, but landing could be tricky …”
